As they were running with clanging sounds, Yamamoto Kazuki's face became suspicious. A heavy rain directly caused them to lose sight of their target. What annoyed Yamamoto Kazuki the most was that this guy Picasso actually sat in the car in shame, while they
But he can only move forward by running with both feet. It would be strange to be able to catch up with him at this speed.
Yamamoto wanted to protest, but such a vigorous protest would probably only bring him greater humiliation. Picasso behind him would definitely take the opportunity to cause trouble. For Picasso to wear little shoes all the way, Yamamoto was really disappointed.
He was extremely annoyed, and his soldiers were severely emotionally affected. This was a very bad war-weary mood.
Fujino Watanabe complained bitterly: "Baga, these Nazis are really too bullying. They had the nerve to ride all the way in the car, causing us to get wet all the way. The imperial warriors were so ruined by them that they felt war-weary.
You're in a mood, Major Yamamoto, as a commander, shouldn't you take some practical actions?"
Fujino Watanabe had always had a crush on Yamamoto Ichi, and now that he had found an opportunity, he couldn't miss it. He began to criticize Yamamoto Ichi in a rude manner. If he had been tougher, maybe they wouldn't be in the position where they are now.
The more he thought about being bullied to such an end, the more Fujino Watanabe became more and more aggrieved and felt that Yamamoto Ichi was not suitable to be a commander at all.
Kato Jiro was soaked in the heavy rain. He had no refutation or support for Fujino Watanabe's words. He had always been neutral. At this time, he was not in the mood to get too involved. What should and should not be done? What was he thinking in his heart?
Get in the car at the back and no longer have to walk on your feet or anything.[
Yamamotoichi suddenly raised a hand and shouted loudly to stop moving forward. He turned his head and glared at Fujino Watanabe in a bad tone and said: "Watanabe, if you have the ability to convince Picasso behind, I don't mind giving my
The commander's position will be given to you, or if you have good force, you can defeat him. If you don't have the ability, shut your mouth!"
"You! Okay, okay!" After Fujino Watanabe calmed down after seeing Yamamoto Yi's unfriendly eyes and the action of drawing his sword, he stopped uttering even two good words. Only now did he remember that the Supreme Commander
It was Yamamotoichi, and he was just an assistant to the adjutant. If Yamamotoichi got angry and chopped him alive, he would have deserved it.
As soon as Yamamoto saw the dilapidated wooden house in front of him to take shelter from the rain, he turned his head and looked at Kato Jiro and said: "Kato Jiro, please go down to the dilapidated house in front to rest. As for what the Nazis behind you have to say, let them catch up slowly.
Now, the Imperial Warriors need to rest!"
"Hi!" Jiro Kato didn't talk nonsense. He waved his hand directly and motioned for his men to go into the dilapidated wooden house to rest. As for the Nazis behind, I'm sorry, the dilapidated wooden house can barely squeeze these people into it. They want to take shelter from the rain and rest honestly.
Just leave them alone in the car.
On the tracked armored command vehicle, Biers watched with a surprised expression as the Japanese in front entered the dilapidated wooden house. Judging from their actions, it was obvious that they did not want to continue moving forward, but were looking for a place to rest or something. Biers looked confused.
Picasso, who was sitting in the command car with his eyes closed and concentrating, was about to say something, but then he remembered something and didn't say it.
Picasso suddenly opened his eyes and said what Beals was shocked by: "Beers, the Japanese can't hold on anymore, can they? This is how you deal with these ambitious Japanese, just like you treat your own dogs. You can't treat them like your own dogs.
They are so good, otherwise they would be a mad dog if they were armed!"
Biers didn't speak or answer. Biers didn't think much about these so-called international allies at all. Their arrival was just to increase their manpower. What's more, they were still a cannon fodder team. Life and death were not related to him at all. His mission was just
Just destroy the allies that sneaked in.
Picasso didn't seem to care whether Biers listened to him, and continued: "When mad dogs bite their owners, they must know that without their owners they are just wild dogs. You can't deal with these wild dogs with peace of mind."
Be gentle and kind, otherwise, we will be the ones who suffer!"
Biers nodded and said instructively: "Sir, as you said, if mad dogs want to bite people, we will whip them to let them know that the master is not easy to bully. But, sir, these mad dogs are disobedient and hide in anger."
I went inside to take shelter from the rain, you see..."
Bills couldn't help but frown at the fact that the Japanese were on strike in the middle of the road. The motorcycle soldiers of the mobile team were still parked in front to soak in the rain. If these crazy dogs didn't leave, would it be possible for them to stay like this all night? This is Bill
The thing that worries Si the most is that if these mad dogs do it on purpose, they will kill people.
Picasso sneered and said lightly: "You have to pay attention to the art of enslaving dogs. Dogs will bite when they are in a hurry. Let them take a breath first before tossing them slowly. Do you really think that this officer will expect them to lead the way? Beers, please
Take out the map and make a unified plan with nearby information!"
Picasso did not expect these Japanese to lead the way to catch up with the Allied elites. At this time, Picasso was thinking about one thing. These Allied elites must have unfinished tasks. Picasso immediately thought of something.
He opened his mouth and ordered Biers to unify all the information about the surrounding teams.
With Picasso, a person from the headquarters, the correspondent quickly connected the communications with the surrounding areas. According to Picasso's instructions, he inquired about the situation in the surrounding area, while Biers took out the map and spread it out in the limited space.
Picasso looked at the specific location on the map and mentally guessed the general route of the Allied forces.
Picasso pointed at several towns on the map and muttered to himself in confusion: "The town of Merlin, the town of Toronto, the town of Tantas... so many places, these Allied rats
Where did they go? These guys must be wandering around this area, where are they?"
Biers sat aside and did not speak, quietly listening to Picasso's murmurs. At this time, Biers' heart was filled with turmoil. He did not expect that Picasso, who seemed to have strong muscles, could also have such a flexible mind. No wonder
The head of state would personally send him to hunt down the Allied elites, and his feelings had already been calculated.
While Picasso was meditating, the correspondent ran over and reported the news: "Report, there is news from the town of Mels. A super cannon escorted by the 3rd Battalion of the 108th Regiment will pass by tomorrow night. The other commander requested
Send extra manpower to support in case guerrillas sabotage the transit station!"
"Meers Town? Super Cannon?" After hearing the correspondent's report, Picasso did not react for a while. When the correspondent reported the information again, Picasso quickly looked at the Meers Town.
Looking at the map, I thought that the route of the Allied elite might be heading towards the town of Meers.
Picasso was not very sure that the Allied forces would be in the town of Meers, which was surrounded by heavy firepower. The most likely possibility was that the super cannon would enter the town of Meers or leave between two steps to storm the town of Meers.
This is an irrational behavior. Unless they have large troops and tanks, there is no way to storm the iron-barrel defense of Meers.
After Picasso figured out the route and goals of the Allied elites, he lowered his head and meditated on the two most dangerous sections on the map, and muttered to himself in confusion: "The Krisan Bridge at the entrance, the Klissan Bridge at the exit.
Flanlitz Bridge, two locations, which one is their main target?"[
When Picasso was in a dilemma, Bierce promptly reminded him and said: "Sir, now we can only divide our troops into two groups. Either we go to the Chrysant Bridge or the Flemish Bridge. Choose one of the two.
, leave the rest to the Japanese behind!"
Picasso looked puzzled and said: "Split the troops into two groups? It's a bit risky, but there's nothing we can do about it. The Krisan Bridge is still thirty miles away from here. If the Japanese can run across it on foot, as long as they are not lazy,
We should be able to get there before evening. The Flemish Bridge is a bit far away. I’m afraid only our mobile unit will go there. I believe they will definitely choose one of them!”
After much deliberation, Picasso couldn't think of any good solution, so he had no choice but to adopt Biers' suggestion. Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to prepare everything quickly. The news about this super cannon really didn't come from the right place.
At that time, what Picasso was most worried about now was where these Allied elites would get explosives to blow up the bridge or something.
Picasso had a gloomy look on his face, clenched his hands into fists and said angrily: "Inform the troops to prepare to set off. Beers, go and warn the Japanese. If they can't reach the Crisan Bridge before tomorrow night, what will happen there?"
If so, tell them to go back wherever they came from, and go quickly!"
"Ah? Yes, sir!" After seeing Picasso's angry expression, Biers immediately opened the car door and jumped out without much thought. He ran to the shabby wooden house where the Japanese were ashamed to take shelter in the heavy wind and rain, cursing in his heart.
These Japanese people are so thoughtful that they even thought of taking shelter from the rain.
When Yamadaichi and the others had just lit a fire and were getting ready for a midnight snack, Biers angrily kicked the door open. Seeing their shameless appearance, he yelled angrily: "Okay, you guys, here you go."
Are you on business or traveling? If you don’t want to do this, go back right away!”
"Baga, you are nothing, how dare you..." Fujino Watanabe was also very angry at this time, yelling at Bills. If Yamamoto hadn't shouted to stop Fujino Watanabe, this guy would have drawn his sword.
The urge to rush in and kill Bills.
"Sir, there is an order. If you can't make it to the Crisan Bridge tomorrow night, you will have to go back where you came from! Huh!" Biers said with a contemptuous look and walked away. These Japanese are really good at enjoying themselves. They are outside.
It was raining, but these guys were so shameful that they were preparing for midnight snacks inside, which made me very angry just thinking about it.
Under the direct gaze of his subordinates, Yamamoto stood up with a gloomy expression and said: "Pack your things and get ready to go!"